Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 117 The Rough Man in the Army
Jin Tuoxi took the people away from the encirclement. The little thing seemed a little afraid of these rough guys.

An Ran could still feel fresh grass under his feet. The tent had just been set up not long ago. These people were all red ghost soldiers who had entered the city. They were full of evil spirits. Although they were smiling, they could not predict whether they would live or die.

"Come here, you are not afraid of strangers at all." Jin Tuoxi put his big hand on the little girl's head. This timid side is really rare to see.

Straight to the point, Jin Tuoxi didn't hesitate and led people to a small tent, where a person was half-lying.

This person was born with majestic eyebrows, cold eyes like glass, black hair tied up high like a waterfall, slender black eyes with sharp eyes, red and shiny but lightly pursed lips, clear outlines, a tall and slender but not rough figure, just like Eagle in the night.

"Commander!" The man stood up and gave a military salute, but was helped to his feet.

"Han Shen, there is no need to salute." Jin Tuoxi took a look at the opponent's injuries, and there was a bloody cloth wrapped around his waist and abdomen.

"Little girl, come here and take a look."

When An Ran saw the other party waving, he stepped forward. The bandage on his waist and abdomen had been soaked with blood. He slowly opened it, and a smell of gold wound medicine mixed with erosion came.

The wound on the waist and abdomen was caused by a sharp weapon, like a spear. It was not known how many days it had been taken care of, and the flesh at the wound turned white and festered.

If the wound was smaller, these medicines would be effective, but the wound was large, and the muscles in this person's waist and abdomen were tight, and they would be pulled apart by any movement.

An Ran rummaged through the medicine box and took out a pair of slender scissors and some clean cloth strips.

"Just bear with it. It'll be fine in a while." Seeing the other party nodding, An Ran began to clean up the festering flesh. This man was really cruel. This was just cutting his flesh. There was no anesthetic, but his face was calm and unruffled. .

What a man!I think that's how Xiang Yu used to scrape bones to cure poison.

The man lying down watched the little girl next to him sewing and mending his waist, like mending clothes.

He should trust the coach. The coach will not harm him. He is just a piece of meat and cannot die.

An Ran treated the injury and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound like cumin powder. The medicine was very painful when sprinkled on the wound. Fortunately, this man was still a normal person. He frowned and his whole face was stiff.

"Pull this yourself." An Ran had short hands and couldn't wrap his hands around the other person's waist, so he handed him the bandage head to make it himself. After it was done, An Ran tied a playful bow. It was really nice and had a sense of contrast.

Han Shen stretched out his hand and touched the wound lightly. There was a burning pain inside, as if it had been smeared with chili oil. He had some doubts about whether this little girl was sent to get rid of him.

"You have been poisoned by the same poison as the Lord of the City, and it took you so long to think about treatment." An Ran knew that there was no need to call her for this little skin injury on her waist.

Han Shen looked at the innocent eyes of these children, and it turned out that he was not a three-legged cat.

"Thank you for your trouble, young doctor." Han Shen knew that there was hope. He had been suffering from this poison for several months. The only person who knew about it was the old man Baili. He said that he was afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the coach, but he looked around for it. People are looking for medicinal flowers.

Now that the situation in several countries is stable, after hearing the news from the coach, he requested the king's order to guard the borders of several countries, and passed by Yiyang to seek medical advice.

The person who poisoned them was their number one enemy, Mo Cang Ge. Mo Cang Ge was a hidden sect in the world, good at poisoning things, and no one in the world could cure their poison.

This little girl with a round and childish face revealed the poison he was poisoned with, and her skills were not inferior to Doctor Baili's.

An Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking that he might be too tired today and was a little wobbly when walking, feeling top-heavy.

Han Shen has quick hands and quick eyes. He can hold the person steady with just one reach of his long arm. He touches his hot forehead, which means he is sick.

When An Ran woke up, the night was thick, the light of candles flickered on the lamp stand beside her, and a moist handkerchief was placed on her forehead.

"You wake up, there is porridge here, you eat some first and then drink the medicine."

The old man in a navy blue gown took off the veil and pulled out the sweat towel stuffed around An's neck. It was already wet.

"Uncle, where are we?" An Ran looked around. There was a big fur bed, a finely carved rosewood table, various practical four treasures of the study and books on the table, a few simple wooden racks for clothes, and hanging hangings around the walls. Wearing some exquisite decorations.

"This is the city lord's military tent. Take some medicine and rest later. It's nothing serious." The white-bearded old man came out of the tent and called the soldiers outside to bring the fried medicine.

An Ran got out of bed, her feet were a little weak. She hadn't been sick for many years.

"You were frightened by something today." The white-haired old man looked at the little girl in front of him. She was convulsed and uneasy when she just had a fever, and her mouth was slurred.

An Ran thought about it, maybe because she saw the beheadings today, they said that the Yin Qi of Xingdi was strong, and children were easily susceptible to evil spirits entering their bodies and getting sick. She didn't believe it at first, but now she half believed it.

Seeing the little girl nodding, the old man took her to the table to eat porridge. Han Shen said that this was the young doctor who treated him, and he was not even a fraction of his age.

He believed that there were people with extraordinary talents in the world, but he didn't believe that he had such achievements and abilities at such a young age.

"what is your name?"

"Wang Wenzhen, who are you?" An Ran looked up at this white-faced and kind old man, presumably a doctor.

The old man smiled and said: "They all call me Bailiyidao."

An Ran sat on the chair, ate some rice porridge, and drank the medicine. The bitter medicine came back from his stomach.

Ouch~ This medicine is so disgusting!
Forgot, this is a child, not the rough guys out there, he should be flavored with licorice.

The old man vomited the medicine all over the floor and felt sorry for his own medicine. There was still a little bit of dregs in the casserole, so he had to make do with it.

Seeing the old man coming out of the tent, An Ran looked outside. The two soldiers guarding him didn't say anything when they saw her. When they saw that she was about to come out, they asked her what happened.

"I want to go home." An Ran raised her head and said to the two 1.9 meter tall men. She must have been anxious when her family didn't see her.

The two looked at each other. If the child wanted to go home, he had better report to the city lord first.

After a while, Jin Tuoxi came in casual clothes, followed by Bai Yu.

"It's getting better." A big hand touched his smooth forehead. He brought the person here, but now he is sick.

Seeing the little girl nodding her head obediently, she saw that the clear and clear nose was about to flow into her mouth, making a slurping sound.

"Drink the medicine and I'll ask Bai Yu to take you back."

An Ran blew her nose with one hand and wiped it on the grass on the ground. She couldn't stand the dripping nose.

Hot water was boiling in the large pot in the military camp, and medicine was boiled in the small hanging pot on the side. The remaining residue was thrown away by the cook, and the medicine had to be boiled again.

Old man Baili added expensive medicinal materials, which were milder and sweeter than others. He would not be willing to use them.

The patrolling night soldiers saw a little girl who was no taller than her thighs appearing in the military camp, and they all looked at her. Is this the daughter of the city lord?

The daughter of the city lord is so beautiful, like a soft dumpling. When she grows up, she will be the most beautiful girl in the country.

Jin Tuoxi did not shy away and took the little girl to inspect the military drills.

An Ran took a closer look and saw that it was not Han Shen who had been injured. Now he was able to practice like a tiger and a dragon, and the wound had to burst and bleed profusely.

Different from lying on the couch, the man who was training seriously was cold and arrogant. He exuded an aura of arrogance and arrogance in his solitude.

After they wandered around for a while, the training was over, and the soldiers dispersed in twos and threes, probably to wash up and rest.

Everyone was curious. In a place full of rough guys, there was a little girl looking at them with watery eyes. The city lord stood next to them.

(End of this chapter)